I just lost my v card.

I was at a party having drinks and playing pool with friends.

I’d been on my own for a while, following the red pill like a religion, so I wasn’t your typical gawky virgin teenager. I have a mind like a computer and once actionable info gets in I start applying it to life like the world is an equation.

I hadn’t played pool much but I was good at it and that coupled with me being in a really good tipsy mood helped me charm the room.

One particular girl, a goth mid twenties HB7 with dyed red hair, who was present, enjoyed voluntarily bringing up our “friendship” to the other individuals present.

Kino comes naturally for me now after a brief period of practice and I’d started early on in the night.

I had her follow me into the kitchen to get a drink with me. A congruence test. It’s a good idea to get girls to invest in little ways throughout the set so that those larger steps don’t end up looking so large when they come.

While we were sitting at the table, she reached over to ash her cigarette and accidentally burned the back of my hand. I could’ve let it slide because it didn’t hurt that bad, but I figured I could use it to my advantage. If a girl feels a little bit embarrassed about something she’s done in the presence of guy who she’s becoming attracted to, it’s likely that she’ll fear she’s made herself appear less attractive to him and try harder to win him over.

So I called her out and she responded with a profuse apology and then looks at me and goes,

“How can I make this up to you?”

I looked at her sideways and went,

“Whoa slow down it’s not even dark yet and your mind is already there.”

She proceeded to go into a tirade about how she meant it seriously and really wanted to make it up to me as a “friend” and how she really only thinks me of me as a “friend.”

Ok. Then I could see that she was trying to convince herself that she wasn’t going to fuck me so that when she did she could say it “just happened.”

On the way out I made it a point to drive home with her, instead of riding with any of the other groups. By the door I let her talk for a bit and did the whole “triangular gazing” but didn’t lean in at all. There was a brief moment when I could tell she thought I was about to kiss her, but I knew we were heading to my apartment so I just turned to the car and started walking. We drove to my apartment and sat in the lot for some time while talking about friend shit. I listened to her problems for a minute and gave her advice. You know, like friends do.

I got out of the car to go and put my case of beer in the fridge. She followed me in. Grabbed a beer. Walked back outside and just lingered, pacing. She took a look at her phone and said,

“I told my roommate I won’t be home till around eight am.”

She got to talking about a guy she stood up to hang out with me at the party. She joked about how he’s a “really nice guy but he’s like 5’4!” and giggled like it was the funniest shit ever while I look down at her 5’6 from my 6’0. I’d been kinoing the whole night and now had an arm around her waist.

I got tired of her prattling and bustled her inside. We sat on the couch. She was wearing shorts, sitting cross legged facing me. I was sitting a adjacent to her with my shoulder facing her. I rested my arm on her thigh and listened to more prattling. She has this thing where she scrunches up her nose while talking when she gets excited about something she’s saying, and it’s the cutest thing. But we’d talked enough at this point so I said,

“Christ you talk too fucking much.” I placed my finger on her lips and said,

“What would it take to shut you up” with a smile, and then closed the distance to kiss her.

I don’t know if it was just the anticipation of the whole night, but she fucking inhaled my face.

I pulled away.

“That’s one way,” she said.

I started kissing her again, then pulled her over and lay down. She started to kiss my neck and moan like crazy. More foreplay followed but I didn’t go anywhere near her pussy. Not yet. She sat up, still on top of me, and then said that she couldn’t.

She proceeded to tell me that her now ex suspected she wanted me more than she wanted him because of how highly she spoke of me, and she told him she felt nothing for me at all. She said that would make her a liar. I ignored and pulled her onto me. She rolls and I get on top. I place my knee between her legs, “accidentally” stimulating her pussy.

She started talking again. Said she doesn’t want anything serious and she’ll either catch feelings or start pretending I don’t exist. Said she doesn’t want to hurt me. I became a little annoyed again so I sat up and started looking at memes, completely tuning her out.

At some point she sat up and fixed her clothes and started some entirely unrelated small talk. I let her know she should get a head start to meet up with her roommate. After about fifteen minutes of me waiting for her to leave and entertaining myself with memes, she took off her cardigan very methodically, threw it around the back of my neck, and pulled me in to kiss me.

“I’m tired of trying to talk myself out of doing what I really want. Fuck me before I change my mind.”

She came three times. Got a little vicious and bit the hell out of my neck and shoulders. The best part.

Sometimes the friend zone is just a construct and escaping it is as simple as making a move.

Girls can literally hamster away anything, and will say one thing and then go do another within the same moment.

Lastly, the best way to destroy LMR is to simply stop want you’re doing and start amusing yourself without her. It’s a subtle, non butthurt way of saying “there’s the door, you can walk out it if you want.“

Peace.

• UpperRedSide